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You Said You'd Stop

by @AbruisedBrokenThing

I thought you said it was the last time? This is a kid thing, I thought you grew out of it? Come on M***, why? Is it somewhere visible? Why didn't you stop? We can't keep doing this? She presses band aids onto my thigh, pushing down without any regard for my pain. She tells me to go grab it, and give it to her. Can't you, I ask? I want her to see where I put it, so I can't hide it there again. I shouldn't be punished for your screw up oh.
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Written by
AbruisedBrokenThing
16 / F / Anywhere but here
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Written by
AbruisedBrokenThing
16 / F / Anywhere but here
Published
4d ago
Time
1m
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mom...

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#mother#mom#relapse#daughter#selfharm#sh#healing
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